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c-amelias:

bl-ossomed:

ifthese-sh33ts-werethestates:

glorialovescats:

visual representation of putting your trust in someone

too powerful not to reblog

I tried to not reblog it, but i couldn’t oh my god

I cant even

c-amelias:

bl-ossomed:

ifthese-sh33ts-werethestates:

glorialovescats:

visual representation of putting your trust in someone

too powerful not to reblog

I tried to not reblog it, but i couldn’t oh my god

I cant even

(Source: pikeys, via thisisprettyweird)

moynmoyn:

wow look at this terrible role model for young girls.

(Source: nickimlnaj, via swift-harmony)

homiecamila:

Camila and Lauren during Going Nowhere X

(via 500daysofcamren)

plasmatics-life:

Kaputas Beach - Antalya | Turkiye - (by Murat Boztas)

plasmatics-life:

Kaputas Beach - Antalya | Turkiye - (by Murat Boztas)

(via marielleguzman)

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
Azra.T, ”This Is How You Keep Her” (via petrichour)

(via ssweet-dispositionn)

"these fans, they now seem to feel like they know you- they all feel like they can instantly open up to you about different things, what’s the one thing that’s really spoken to you?"

(Source: adorejauregui, via sophiedreamsoutloud)

foxhaven:

moarrrmagazine:

What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take? 
- Adam Lupton

Holy mother fuck

(via bootypopmaaadness)

slaybrooke:

before listening to Bo$$:

image

after listening to Bo$$:

image

(via fifthhoromony)

hartbigcanon:

Dear lord *Faints*

(Source: uncuts)

c-amelias:

bl-ossomed:

ifthese-sh33ts-werethestates:

glorialovescats:

visual representation of putting your trust in someone

too powerful not to reblog

I tried to not reblog it, but i couldn’t oh my god

I cant even

c-amelias:

bl-ossomed:

ifthese-sh33ts-werethestates:

glorialovescats:

visual representation of putting your trust in someone

too powerful not to reblog

I tried to not reblog it, but i couldn’t oh my god

I cant even

(Source: pikeys, via thisisprettyweird)

moynmoyn:

wow look at this terrible role model for young girls.

(Source: nickimlnaj, via swift-harmony)

homiecamila:

Camila and Lauren during Going Nowhere X

(via 500daysofcamren)

plasmatics-life:

Kaputas Beach - Antalya | Turkiye - (by Murat Boztas)

plasmatics-life:

Kaputas Beach - Antalya | Turkiye - (by Murat Boztas)

(via marielleguzman)

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
Azra.T, ”This Is How You Keep Her” (via petrichour)

(via ssweet-dispositionn)

"these fans, they now seem to feel like they know you- they all feel like they can instantly open up to you about different things, what’s the one thing that’s really spoken to you?"

(Source: adorejauregui, via sophiedreamsoutloud)

foxhaven:

moarrrmagazine:

What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take? 
- Adam Lupton

Holy mother fuck

(via bootypopmaaadness)

erinmcperfect:

Erin don’t

erinmcperfect:

Erin don’t

(via kriegerssmile)

(Source: ellariasandd, via lesbian-for)

american-klass:

The queen of fashion said it🙌

american-klass:

The queen of fashion said it🙌

(via ssweet-dispositionn)

slaybrooke:

before listening to Bo$$:

image

after listening to Bo$$:

image

(via fifthhoromony)

hartbigcanon:

Dear lord *Faints*

(Source: uncuts)

"Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer."

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